" With bone sticking physics, and burning eyes as red as some setting star , he spoke his last words of our journey. We werent big philosophical throughout this last meeting because we knew we are failing, right from the inception of these aged ideologies and meaningless rebel attitude. We burnt down a railway station last week and a post office the other week. We didnt know the force that chased us to do these things. I was twelve then and now I am thirty. He was lying before me with a pain of dying truth. He began to resonate his last lines into my mind.
" The one and only truth is survival. Survival is like drinking nature with tumbler made of hunger and rights. Everyone will have one. Now thats where many of us complain. Why do some drink more and why the rest less ? You have to dig into nature , fight the odds and then dip your tumbler to get this nature. Many of us stay forever poor because they sell their tumblers to the clever and stay lazy the rest of their lives. They sell and work day and night helping the rich to dig nature. They die poor.
Never ever sell your right and your hunger to anyone. It will cost you a revolution.
He died and I left for the town in last bus before it dawned.
The forest died."
- The Wednesday Girl
Aroon Che
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